Lately it has come to my awareness that while many people strive to be still, to feel pure peace, and calm, I have been ignoring the gift of it in my own self.
Driven by a weekend of camaraderie and celebration, I recently experienced the dissonance inside of me from attempting to have more fun, to be more extroverted and joyful. The mere effort to fit into celebratory experiences left me feeling like my wires were fried and I had become so distracted, so far from my center that my feet were barely on the ground. As a person who is very much an empath, I had tapped into the energies around me which were far from the calm, clear channel of understanding that I usually am. I look back now and see how the vibration of music, shouting over music to converse, and the combination of foods I would normally not eat and drinks I didn’t prefer to drink…all the chemicals.. there was a powerful shift in my energy and my ability to function. I had drifted into the egoic world, yet like a mermaid on land, I wasn’t getting too far too fast. Today, with the help of my personal meditation practice and morning rituals, I came back to center, back to my core, and in a flash saw that, while my usual nature isn’t the life of the party, it is a truly necessary eminence on this planet. For those who have gleaned the truth of our pure divine nature, you know that the bliss of being close to God/Source has no comparison to any worldly pleasure. In order to partake in man’s excitement and fun, we often succumb to lower vibrational behaviors. We drink, smoke, compare, mock, and act in ways we later might find silly, if not embarrassing. Is this fun in the moment? Sure! We are meant to partake in all the goodness of creation, no judgement here. My point is here is to remind folks like me that our quiet, introspective, empathic nature is just as valuable as those who incite raucous party vibes. Here’s why- the planet is full of jacked up nervous systems craving the stillness, calm, and peace that we have inside of us. That ability to be still, to be alone, to be quiet and feel full when there isn’t a single ounce of stimuli- that is a true skill. It is a skill that brings us such vast space inside of us that we can create within any world, any experience we desire, without the need for external chemicals or vibrations to elicit joy, pleasure, or bliss. So rather than lowering my own resonance in order to feel pleasure, I am choosing to stay in my own vibe for awhile. I want to see how that feels, to just stay in my receptive, feminine, peaceful place. When I am “at home” in my true nature, I can feel confident that my resonance, while it may be still and quiet, is having an impact on the collective energy around me. I am stabilizing an environment that is looping chaos; especially as those around me are choosing to rock their world even more with a puff of this, a drink of that, and an order of stress for their cells. In stillness, we open to the flowering of a portal within us. This portal takes us to places of wisdom, information, magnetic attraction, and creative life force energy. In this place, I have all I need and access to a never ending flow of abundance. When the pendulum of collective opinion says DO, RUSH, ACT, and our inner wisdom says “Whoa there, bucko”… have the courage to listen to your own knowing and just pause. Do the brave thing of coming to a full stop, pull inside like a turtle and just be in there. Be home, be quiet, and connect again to the sacredness of YOU. Be still and know. Be that peace. Settle into that cottage on the edge of time and space. From there- that is where you set the resonance of your highest heart and most peace. This is what is called for now.
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2/4/2024 1 Comment Bob Marley: My First GuruToday we remember the legend, the man who brought a new genre of music to the world. From a ghetto area of Jamaica, from mixed racial backgrounds, this man was the first guru in my life, though I didn’t know it at the time. His music “hit me” in ways that no other music had at my ripe age of sixteen. The rhythm entered my soles and soul simultaneously and conjured up ancient knowing inside of me. The power of a VIBE and how contagious it can be. The remembrance of the beat, the heartbeat of the mother, mother earth, mother creator. It was through Bob’s lyrics that I came to KNOW oneness, the power of JAH and humanity coming together to fight the oppressive powers that be who are the ones who thrive when we struggle, who gain when we go without. Bob spoke to my inner child of being poor in hand but rich in spirit. He sang of birds and skies and nature, of Jah in it all, which I understood instantly. He spoke the language of my heart. The connections and ONENESS he sang to me through my brand new CD player were the first messages I had ever heard of this thing called unity. Growing up with a father who was in criminal justice, I heard bitter racist words, not words of love, of the truth I had always secreted away- that we are all human beneath our costumes of skin and hair, that the quality of a person wasn’t determined by their appearance but in their character and choices. ONE LOVE matched me and I dove deep into this music. I learned all of Bob’s songs by the time I was eighteen. My college dorm walls donned posters of my dreadheaded guru, put up with sticky tak on the cement block walls of my Penn State dorm. I didn’t really understand Rastafarianism even when I tried to learn about it, and I didn’t get into the marijuana aspect of Bob, but remained loyal to his teaching of peace, love, fighting for what is right and just, and coming together in high vibes. The “slow-down-and-live” pace of Bob’s world, honoring deep connections, and his creativity were fatherly teachings about the values I held inside with which I strongly resonanated. He became a soul mate of sorts, deceased but with me every day. In the midst of dark and trying times, No Woman No Cry would lull me to peace and remind me of faith in my highest helper, God/Jah, sometimes I imagined a loving hand like his coming down and hugging me into a vast chest of radiant love, “Don’t worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be alright” it would whisper with a reasuring smile. Bob knew our divinity, he taught me this lesson in songs and it was amazing to me that I had never heard this message, not in all my years of church going, school attending, and being a part of a familial structure. He was a lovely voice in my ear, telling me that positive vibes and praising God for our blessings was key. “Jah love protect us” and “Got to have a good vibe”. He was a master teacher of love, God’s love. When I saw injustice in the government and worldwide, when faced with mind control and manipulation Get Up, Stand UP empowered me. Bob’s earliest music, with its tinny sounds, straight from Trenchtown in the 60’s, reminded me of his strife in time and space, in Jamaica, as his government was in upheaval, in the midst of American civil rights movements, his poverty, his genes carrying the recipe of Jamaican colonization. He was a warrior of light, an early seed planted here to begin the shift to the NEW EARTH. He was born into strife and yet he made magic. Bob, a child, was a seer, too. He could see into people and knew things, could read the psychic grid. As an adult he said that he stuffed those gifts away, uncomfortable with them. I believe he was sent here as a unique ray of Jah. He came here to guide and help us transition from a dark time to the golden age we are headed toward. His innate wisdom and talents led him to create for us a timeless recording of his messages that continue to fill our speakers today. His love and high vibes still raising the vibe of the grid of humanity daily, as only a legend could do. What is the possible modern significance of Christmas -“Christ” “mass”. And what is the significance that it happens at the same time as winter solstice? And also near Hanukkah? When it is utterly dark and cold and bare in nature? These are all celebrations of light. The shift of the longest night, most darkness finally shifting its balance to more light. What an impact this has on nature. The end of the season of dying off and the very subtle beginning of the resurrection, regrowth, restoration of life to nature. The miraculous story of the temple oils for Hanukkah, and then the star of Bethlehem, the luminescence of the angel who appeared to announce the birth of the Christed one, a small baby born in poor conditions who would bring light to the people and experience enlightenment. Yesterday a friend, who had returned home to chilly PA from warm Florida, had the unfortunate circumstance of a flooded basement in her country home. My only consolation to her was that in the dark heaviness of strife there is always a coming of lighter times, more light. In these times we can focus on the light even when the dark is loud. We can give thanks for what we do have, focusing on growing light in the shadows, turning up the flashlights. What is the ultimate lesson in all the celebrations of this month? Could it be something that we apply today, right now, instead of harkening to the past as a remembrance? Perhaps the message is of restoration; after all, winter is a time of restoration and slumber for animals and plants- a time of rest. Perhaps we are to learn that even in the dark, there is always light. We might face the darkness in order to get the gift of light, not running from the strife, but acknowledging that it exists, like winter, shadows are purposeful. They show us where there is a lack of light. Where inside of you do you have a shadow that you might not be acknowledging? Anything holding you back or keeping you from living in your most ultimate light? Where might you allow an enlightenment to occur? Where can you put down the heavy darkness that you carry in the subconscious self? Many of us go into the darkness of our shadows and get stuck there. We begin to believe that this state is our truth, and the ego takes over. Wayne Dyer says that ego stands for Edging God Out…code for the opposite of love. Believing the stories of our past allows us to become tethered to just that, a story, a fiction, often one that is not helpful and not fully true because we are honestly just not wise enough to know the whole story. In our troubles and traumas we perceive things, past and present, through our own filter of personality and the limited capacity of being one singular person in the midst of a great big plan. We don’t know the whole plan. There could be a much larger, wiser plan afoot. One in which the darkness is meant to reveal the light. So where is there dark space inside of you wishing to let the light in? This season is a wide open invitation to open yourself up, to let the light of this special season pour into you. It is an invitation to enter the light of birth, to leave the darkness of the cave, the womb, to be birthed into the light of love, the hope and transformation of a world based in love and kindness. This is what the season is for, not just to recall the hope and love that was brought to the planet historically, but to LIVE it, now, here, inside of you. Remember that a world transformed through the light of God, the return of life in nature, the coming of the son/sun, is the victory of light over darkness. It is a filling of the void with life force, a return of warmth in the form of life and hope. It is a restoration of life over death. This is what a small babe in a shabby stable brought to the world, not more focus on riches and power, but of a cozy, swaddled, hopeful scenario where love was so potent it called the stars closer to the earth, uniting heaven with earth, creating a bridge for all of us to traverse the path of more light. We were given a path of hope during strife, of life rather than decay, of the power of love to heal and optimism to conquer despair. For those who find heaviness in this season, seek the darkness, call it to converse and ask it to show you where the light blew out, for darkness has no power on its own. Darkness is just the absence or obstruction of light. Where is darkness covering the love, the light, the lessons? Where has darkness pulled you away from God, where have you Edged God Out due to loss and pain? Can you pray to be restored? Pray to lift the veil of darkness and allow the abundance of light to fill those spaces inside of you. Can you let go, give the painful parts to God for transformation, and choose to lighten yourself? Choose the freedom and life giving return of light into your whole self. Invite the light of source, the power of life and hope and creation into every cell, into old cobwebs of memory, into the cords that tie you to the past, and allow the season of rebirth to enter your reality, to transform your own reality in a way that chooses light, chooses love and puts growth, warmth, and restoration in the forefront of your moment by moment thoughts and choices. I was recently in Sedona and powerfully connected with earth energy, the feminine earth energy which rocked my world. Literally and figuratively. My own womb space went into spasm and I needed to give my body the type of care it would need in laboring forth a new being. That new being was shown to me as a new version of the divine feminine, the new archetype. She is not a former version modified. This is a whole new kind of feminine. As I’ve been getting deep into the call of the divine feminine, I am learning that she has been in such contrast to the psychic agreements we have all made in modern society, that which we have agreed to as a collective feminine consciousness. She has been out of alignment, suffering, in pain, and striving to be all things to all people. She has been not a receiver and creator as she was meant to be, but has been in the role the masculine traditionally held as the do-er, protector, provider, too. She has been wearing all hats and burning herself out to the point of exhaustion and overwhelm. Recently in deep meditation and introspection I shown how the matrix has been set up to devalue the original, divinely designed feminine principals. The womb-man is life giving, birthing, creative energy whose blessed gift is bringing new life and nurturing all things creative. Way back in history, a blockade was created to disintegrate this. Perhaps it was the Eve story told by those who passed on religious teachings, illustrating that the WOMB MAN / woman was the blame for the fall, for taking what she was told to not desire. Women entered a shadow contract collectively when we began the feminist movement. We agreed to become more masculinized and put ourselves into masculine roles to prove our worth. Instead of fighting for the importance of femininity we shifted out of it. We became the doers and providers instead of the receivers and nurturers. We abandoned the beauty of being a receiver. We didn’t fight to be valued as a feminine we fought to be valued as a female acting in a masculine role. And by doing this we took away from the masculine’s innate desire to protect, provide, and maintain security. It’s as if we re-created the fall of Eve as the feminists insisted on our roles being equal when they meant our rights should be equal. This feels like a point where timelines split once again. Currently, I have been standing with a new divine feminine. One who is recently born and ready to claim her space but not as she was most recently. She’s ready to be the divine feminine force of creative energy. She is firey passion, watery empathy, airy intuition, and earthy fertility. She is her to create and love in a brand new way. How does this affect the masculine energy as this new feminine awakens? What are your thoughts? Have you felt this shift as well? |
AuthorNicole Miles |